She took my hand and squeezed it, I allowed it, loving the feel of her skin more than I hated what I knew. ‘Have I done something?’ she probed. I ...ighed, a deep, shuddering hurt. The fight was gone, I could no longer hate, nor could I hide. At length, I said, ‘I heard you talking about your affair.’ She was silent for a moment, a look of perplexion on her face. ‘My affair,’she repeated. ‘Yeah, you know,’ I said, ‘Mr TelephonePole.’ I looked her in the eye, waiting for an admission. There was a. The little 'mmmm' sounds Courtney made, like she was eating a really yummy dessert. She wanted it to go on forever.But Courtney had broken it off when she realized they were getting carried away, grinding the crotches of their jeans against each other. They had laughed nervously, knowing something amazing had just happened, but not understanding quite what it was.That was nearly two months ago, just before school let out for the summer. Just as their kissing 'practice' had brought them closer. “Everything looks good down here,” he said. “The leak is basically when I turn on the water,” Donna said as she entered the room. “Oh, okay. Then let's have a look up there,” he said and crawled out from under. “Yes, I see it and I know what the problem is. The washer is worn out. Just so happens that I have some at the house. I'll go get one and the tools I'll need,” he said after a few minutes. “You know, from what he said at the mall I bet he'd do you,” Donna said. “Give him a blow job?”. "I can't say no to you."Maria leaned back on the bed. "Then take off your clothes."Ramone's hands trembled as he pulled off the green scrub top, and the t-shirt underneath. He fumbled with the drawstring on his surgical pants. They dropped to reveal a massive penis straining against his plain white briefs. The swollen head stuck up above the band.Maria's eyes gleamed with desire. "What a monster!" she exclaimed. "How big is it?"Ramone blushed. "Eleven inches," he murmured."It must hurt to.